Caluwa was on his way to fetch the last soul for the night when his heart suddenly throbbed intensely, stopping him in his tracks. The surroundings were familiar as his sight started to get blurry, but he continued to walk forward. A simple lodge greeted him in the woods that felt nostalgic for some reason. Although his eyes might be tricking him, it was as if his mind was retrieving a lost memory. Deep in his heart, he knew it was not the first time to seen this kind of house. His breath was getting heavier as he went near it. He passed through the walls of the house and saw a child lying on the ground. The body was covered with blood, and a small dagger stained with it glimmered against the light. The soul that had been separated from it just wept, feeling the regret from his decision. Caluwa was sad for the poor boy, but every decision has consequences, and no one can turn back time.